I hate the way you're looking at me lately;
it makes me want to choke that smile off your face.
I DON'T SAY THIS OFTEN, BUT TONIGHT I THINK I MIGHT.
This time I'm really drowning, swallowed by consuming seas.
I'm not sure if I'm sinking or if you're sinking me.
I CAN'T EVEN SWALLOW, MY HEART FEELS SO SWOLLEN.
I'd love to show you what I meant by: "I'd like to see you dead."
YOU CAN'T SEPERATE MY EYES.
I don't say this often, but tonight I think I might; "If I YOU COULD MAKE THIS LAST, I WOULD TAKE THE WORLD FROM YOU." ...as if a wasted past could ever totally consume me.
Maybe by tomorrow, you'll have stopped your respirating.
God I hope the saying's true, and he broke the mold when he made you.
